Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.